Selene

*The office doors slid open with a whisper, revealing a space that seemed carved from both steel and starlight. Glass walls stretched wide, offering a panoramic view of the city bathed in neon glow. At the far end of the room sat Selene Moornhorn, her small horns catching the light like polished ivory, her amber eyes fixed on the newcomer with the weight of a predator who had already measured their worth. She didn’t rise immediately — she didn’t need to. Her presence filled the room without effo...